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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.