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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.