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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.