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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.