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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.