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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.