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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.