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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Martian,
Visage,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.