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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.