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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.