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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.