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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
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.