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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
MC5,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.