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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
X-101,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.