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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.