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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.