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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.