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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.