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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.