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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.