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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.