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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Suicide,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.