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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.