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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Smog,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.