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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Swans,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.