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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.