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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.