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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.