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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.