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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.