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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.