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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.