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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Joe Smooth 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.