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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.