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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.