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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Wings,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.