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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.