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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Skriet,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.