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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.