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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
JFA,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.