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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.