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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.