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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Brick to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.