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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.