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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.