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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Can,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.