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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.