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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Rekid,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.