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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.