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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.