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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.