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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.