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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Crime,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.