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 Jordan and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.