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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 The Wake 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.