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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.