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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.