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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
cv313,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.