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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Motions to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.