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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.