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 Panama 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Motions 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.