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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Selecter to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.