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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Victims,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.