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 Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.