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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.