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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.