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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.