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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Faust,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.