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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.