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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Rakim,
X-102,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.