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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.