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 Somalia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.