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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.