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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Litter,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Section 25,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.