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 Taiwan 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.