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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.