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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Slave,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.