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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.