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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.