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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.