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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.