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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.