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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Gories,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.