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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.