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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.