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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Television,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.