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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.