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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.