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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.