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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.