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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.