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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.