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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.