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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Model 500,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.