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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.