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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.