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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 June Days to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.