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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.