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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.