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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.