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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.