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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.