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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s 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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.