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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.