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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
the Association,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.