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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.