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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Faust,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.