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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.