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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.