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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.