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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.