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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Wire,
Ronan,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.