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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.