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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.