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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
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 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 Magazine to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.