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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.