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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.