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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.