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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.