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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
10cc,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.