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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Lalann,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.