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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
the Association,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.