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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Kayak,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.