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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Index,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.