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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Pagans to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Urselle,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.