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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.