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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Index,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.