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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.