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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.