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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Urselle 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.