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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Move,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.