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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.