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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.