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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.