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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.