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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.