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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Excepter,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.