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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.