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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Television,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.