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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.