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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.