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 Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Wings,
Monks,
X-102,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.