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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.