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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Television,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
The Remains,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.