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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
John Holt,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.