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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 Manila and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.