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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.