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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.