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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Echospace,
X-102,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.