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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.