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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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 Stooges,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Cymande,
MDC,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.