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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.