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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.