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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.