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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Roxette,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.