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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.