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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.