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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Monks,
Can,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.