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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
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.