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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Monks,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.