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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.