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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.