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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.