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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.