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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.