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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.