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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.