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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
UT,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.