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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.