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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.