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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.