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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Danielle Patucci 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.