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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.