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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Neon Judgement 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.