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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.