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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Organ,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.