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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.