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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.