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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.