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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.