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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
ABC,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.