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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.