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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.