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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.