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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.