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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.