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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.