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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.