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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.