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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.