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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.