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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.