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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
The Human League,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.