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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.