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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Quantec,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.