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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Darondo,
The Litter,
JFA,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.