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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.