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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.