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 Spain and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.