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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.