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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.