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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.