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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Can,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.