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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
AZ,
Crime,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.