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 Jordan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Deakin,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.