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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.