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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.