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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.