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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Boz Scaggs 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.