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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.