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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.