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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Monks,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.