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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Wings,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.