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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.