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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.