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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.