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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Japan,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.