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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.