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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Smog,
Slave,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.