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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Gong,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Wire,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.