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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.