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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.