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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Nico,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.