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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.