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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.