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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Franke,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Scion,
Qualms,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.