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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.