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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.