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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.