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 Finland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.