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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.