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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.