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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.