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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.