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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.