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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.