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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.