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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.