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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.