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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.