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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.