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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.