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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Erasure,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.