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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Index,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.