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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.