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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.