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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
10cc,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.