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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Nas,
JFA,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.