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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.