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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.