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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.