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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.