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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Normal,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
The Cure,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.