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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.