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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.