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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.