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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mars,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.