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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.