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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.