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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.