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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.