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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.