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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Litter to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.