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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Can,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.