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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Lyres,
cv313,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.