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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Toni Rubio 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.