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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.