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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.