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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.