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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.