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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.