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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
ABBA,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.