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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.