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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Wells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.