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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Fear,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.