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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.