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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.