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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Nico,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.