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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Gong,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.