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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.