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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Gong,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.