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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.