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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.