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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.