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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.