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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.