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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Yaz,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.