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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.