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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.