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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.