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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.