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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Skarface 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.