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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.