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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.