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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.