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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.