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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.