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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.