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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.