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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.