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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.