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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.