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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.