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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.