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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.