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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.