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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.