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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.