Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.