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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.