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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Television,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.