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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.