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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.