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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
JFA,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Fear,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.