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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.