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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.