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 Slovakia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Technova,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Fear,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.