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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Nas,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.