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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.