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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.