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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
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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.