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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.