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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.