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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.