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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.