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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.