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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Hutcherson to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Mars,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
UT,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.