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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.