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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Techniques to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.