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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.