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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.