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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.