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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.