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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.