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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chrome 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.