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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.