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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.