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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.