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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.