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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.