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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.