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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.