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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.