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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Scientists,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.