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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.