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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Technova,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.