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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Kayak,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.