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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.