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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.