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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Crime,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.