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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.