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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.