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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.