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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Ten City,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.