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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.