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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.