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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.