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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.