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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.