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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Ten City,
The Move,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
DNA,
Shoche,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.