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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.