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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.