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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.