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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
CMW,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.