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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.