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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Faust,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.