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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.