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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Niagra,
cv313,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.