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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Faust,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.