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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.