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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.