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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.