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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.