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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
CMW,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.