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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.