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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.