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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.