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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Brick,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.