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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.