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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Cowsills to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.