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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.