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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun 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?
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.