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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Nas,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.