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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.