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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.