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 China and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Section 25,
Monolake,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.