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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.