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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.