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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.