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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Can,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.