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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.