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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.