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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.