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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.