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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.