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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.