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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.