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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.