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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Music Machine 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.