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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.