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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.