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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Wings,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.