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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.