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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.