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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.