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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.