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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.