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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.