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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.