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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.