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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.