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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
UT,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.