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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.