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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Index,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.