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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.