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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.