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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
AZ,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.