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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.