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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.