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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.