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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.