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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.