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 India 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.