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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Fear,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.