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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.