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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.