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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.