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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.