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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Wire,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.