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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.