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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.