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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.