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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.