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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.