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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.