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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.