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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.