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 Russia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.