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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.