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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.