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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
UT,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.