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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.