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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.