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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.