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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Japan to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All DNA 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.