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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.