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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.