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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.