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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.