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 Bhutan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.