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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.