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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s 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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.