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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.