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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Wire,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.