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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.