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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.