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 Iran 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.