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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.