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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.