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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.