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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.