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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.