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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.