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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.