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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.