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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Skarface,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Faust,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.