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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.