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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.