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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.