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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.