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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John 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.