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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.