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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.