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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.