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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.