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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.