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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Audionom,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.