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 Albania and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.