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 France and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.