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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.