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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.