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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.