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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.