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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.