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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.