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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Index,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.