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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.