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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.