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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.