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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.