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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.