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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Mars,
Zapp,
JFA,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.