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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.