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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.