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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.