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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 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 Tommy Roe to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.