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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.