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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.