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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.