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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.