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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.