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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.