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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.