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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.