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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.