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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
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.