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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Main Source,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.