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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Crime,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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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.