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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Index,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.