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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.