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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.