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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.